LONG TIME NO PLEASURE
Sienna
It was a hot summer afternoon, I sat on the fur couch in my husband's one million dollar
mansion, sipping a chill Moèt Rosè when my phone screen lit up with an email
notification from Hermès. I have been given the deal to influence the brand. Amongst
many luxury brand deals, this one was my top priority that I've worked for, for a very long
time.
I was to be on a jet immediately to Paris for the fashion show, I should get ready, then I remembered I have a fagg9t husband who says I must ask his consent before doing
whatnot. I picked up my phone to dial his contact, but of course, he didn't take his call.
“f*****g fool.” I muttered, throwing my phone across the couch, picked up my bag and
headed to his office.
As I walked into the building, the cool breeze of the air condition rested on my face and
causing my hair to fly in smooth rhythm, the receptionist and other workers stared at me
as though something bad was about to happen.
“What!?” I hissed, rolling my eyes at the receptionist who kept moping at me.
I went straight to the bar to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate with my husband
when I break the good news to him.
Walking through the last floor where my husband's office was situated, I had the sudden
urge to take a turn and drive back home, but for some reasons I kept walking with my
shoulders high.
“Mrs Brooks? Mrs Brooks–” my husband's secretary came calling from behind me as I
tried to turn the knob of my husband's office door.
“What exactly is wrong with all of you in this office? What do you want?” I howled at the
secretary.
“Mr. Brooks is indisposed at the moment. He demanded strictly for no distractions.” She
said with her hands shaky, obstructing me from going into my husband's office.
“Excuse me? Are you new here? I am his wife, and not distractions! Get out of my way!”
Her audacity had my chest feeling tight, who did she think she was speaking to in that
manner?
Reluctantly, she stepped out of the door and I stomped into the office.
My husband wasn't at his desk when I got in so I assumed he must be at the sitting room
next door.
“Babe?” I called out to him.
The sitting room was empty as well then I heard the sound of water from the bathroom.
“Alex are you in there?”
“Hey, I didn't know you were coming…”
The bathroom door flung open, and my husband came out, adjusting his pants and belt.
“You should stop coming here unannounced… it's unprofessional.”
“I'm sorry… I just wanted—”
“Go home, Sienna.” He commanded, cutting me off.
“Won't you at least hear me out?” The pitch of my voice rising as I followed him to his
desk.
“Go the f**k home!” He slammed his hands on the desk.
I stood speechless for a minute, my teeth grinding, as I stared at him, fighting the urge to
pounce on his stoic face.
I stomped out of his office, I didn't just want to go home because I needed a confirmation
that there was someone in the bathroom with him. He didn't have on his usual oud scent,
I perceived a mixture of vanilla and marshmallow scent from him.
Alex might think he's smart but I know he's not slippery enough.
I got to the lobby to tip the receptionist to give me intel and who goes into Alexander's
office.
“I'm sorry ma'am, it's against the company's policy” She said, with her eyes still fixated
on the computer screen.
Such a b***h. Company policy my ass!
***
I drove back home and decided to wait for Alex till he comes back. The sun was already
setting and I hasn't packed any suitcase yet. I felt heated up, like something in me
needed to be fixed, something that hasn't been fixed for a very long time. Then I felt
moist in my pants, I took the athroom and pulled my oants down, dipped a finger in my
pussy and took it out. And it was a slimy liquid. I was horny.
It's been 3 years of my marriage to Alex and I can't remember the last time we've had s*x.
Alex always say he's had a long day or he wasn't feeling too strong to bang me.
My flight to Paris was in three hours, but I needed to release the heat off me, maybe
some videos of two hot pornstars would relieve me.
So I took my rose toy and went back to the couch where I had dropped my phone. I laid
down on my back, I hung my left leg on the top of the couch, my other leg on the floor.
I put on the vibrator and placed it on my c**t, while I watched some big ass lady riding on
a massive bulge on my phone. Her ass bouncing on his d**k in a sensual rhythm, her
fluids dripling down his balls and he banged her. I took a deep breathe, my jaw dropped.
I've always imagined getting f****d that way.
My waist whining on the couch as I rubbed on my n*****s, while my other fingers kept
playing in my already drioping p***y. The toy kept buzzing, taking me in steps to cloud
nine. I was almost there, but I needed to delay the ecstacy because I wanted to watch
more intense thrusting of d**k from the porn. The view made me crave intensly for a man,
a real man and not Alexander that had nothing to offer but his money. I put my focus
back on the video, with more concentration to get to climax because I was already
getting disgusted by letting the thought of Alex distract me.
I kept rubbing on my c**t, dipping my muddle finger into my p***y and rubbing my fluids
all over my c**t. I felt like I was going to explode. The orgasm was already building up. My
toes twisted and my eyes rolled into my head.
“Arghhh” I was almost at the peak when I heard the entrance door swing open. I sprang
up immediately, adjusting my dress and hiding the toy behind me. Then I realized it's
been raining.
Standing at the door drenched in rain with his jaw dropped was Roman, my husband's
bestfrien
